Chapter One – The Dream
A
bolt of lightning flashed a across the sky and Harry woke up with a start.
He sat up in his bed, put on his glasses and turned on his lamp that was
on his bedside table. It had been
another one of those stupid dreams. They
had been happening so often now that he was being to think they were real.
Beads
of sweet were now pouring off his face in nervousness.
Harry got out of bed and exited his room as quietly as he could, heading
for the bathroom. He quietly closed
the door, turned on the bathroom light and splashed his face with a bit of
water. He slowly made his way back to his room and closed the door.
Sleeping
the rest of the night would now be impossible, so Harry lied down on his bed and
tried to remember the details of his dream. It seemed that every time he had
this dream it was a little clearer, but it still wasn't clear enough to know
exactly what was going on. He, Ron
and Hermione would be sitting under a tree by the lake a Hogwarts talking about
something. The weather was warm and
wonderful; it seemed to be a perfect day. Ron
seemed to be in an extra happy mood but Hermione was always annoyed with
something. The sky would cloud over
and a girl with long hair would suddenly appear standing over them, this for
some reason would always make Hermione ever more upset. There was only one thing that always stayed the same in
Harry's dream, the girl would tell him to run away and never come back, but
that's not what really scared Harry. Voldemort
would suddenly appear beside the girl and grab her around the neck and throwing
her down, and then he would advance on Harry, this was usually the moment that
Harry would wake up.
Harry
had been debating if he should tell Sirius about the dreams ever since they had
started. Harry thought that bothering his God Father with something
like this would only make him worry more than he had too. Last year at Hogwarts Harry had met Voldemort face to face
and he attempted to kill Harry, so maybe this wasn't just another stupid
dream, maybe it was real.
He
had made up his mind. Harry walked
over to his desk, pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill and he began to write
a letter to Sirius.
Dear
Sirius,
How
are you? Things have been ok here.
I haven't herd from you much lately.
- There
was a bang on the window. Harry
slowly turned his head towards the window, but it was only Hedwig.
Harry got up from his desk and opened the window.
Hedwig flew through the window and landed on Harry's shoulder, she had
a letter for him.
"Thanks Hedwig," said Harry stroking her back.
Harry then opened the letter and Hedwig flew off his shoulder and on to
her perch. Harry could tell by the handwriting that the letter was from
Ron, it read:
Dear Harry,
How
have things been going with the Dursleys? Mum
says that you can come and spend the rest of the summer with us.
I know that Professor Dumbledore said that you should stay with the
Dursleys for a while but we have already sent him an owl and he said it was all
right. We will pick you up this
Sunday night, but maybe this time we won't come right in the house.
Send
me an owl soon!
Ron
This is what Harry had been looking forward to all summer.
The Weasleys were Harry very favorite family, and their youngest son,
Ron, was Harry's best friend. Harry
went to his desk and got out a fresh new piece of parchment, totally forgetting
about the letter he had been writing to Sirius.
He had just begun to write a letter to Ron when Hedwig started hooting
loudly. Harry quickly got up
from his desk and ran over to Hedwig to try and settle her down.
She had been hooting at another owl that was perched outside of Harry's
window, it was carrying a letter for Harry.
He walked over to the window to let in the owl but when he did a gust of
wind came into the room, blowing all the parchment on Harry's deck everywhere,
the letter to Sirius had fallen unnoticed behind his desk.
The End of Chapter 1
By
Leigh-Ann Parry
| Note: Leigh-Ann (me), does not claim any of the original
Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling and companies related
with her. Leigh-Ann (me), does claim the plot of her story and any
characters that she (I), have made up and that do not appear in the
original story. |
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